We stared at palms- the softer, crafting part of a hand,
"We are the same color."
"No," said the sister, "turn them over."
We stared at the back of hands that created nothing,
"You are darker than me."
"But isn't it weird that our palms are the same color?"

----Back-hand to the concept of inner-beauty.----

Martin Luther King Jr. preached love and equality;
he was black.
The Grand Wizard preaches love for inequality;
he is white.
But I'm sure the Grand Wizard loves something,
and where would that something be without his love?
And Martin Luther King Jr. is dead,
what has he done for us lately?

Perhaps it's not the color; you could always wear a glove,
but rather it's the side of the hand you are speaking of.